❅ ( little snow prince ) ;
dancing was nothing to the little snowman seeing it as
second nature. a true moment of freedom conveyed
through a few rhythmic steps whilst expressing himself
without qualm or question. his joy, his happiness, his
being entirely to the people around him. seeing as he
was apart of the regal queen he would think she
would share the same sentiment.yet he should know not everything or anyone
appears to be what they seem
his enthusiasm was deflated immediately at her question
having figured it would be difficult to sway her to the idea in
the first place.”ahhhh but that’s so boring sometimes… not really no but
i don’t know it’s fun and can help break the ice— uh— relieve
any nervousness? or to fill the silence when you run out of things
to say?”did there really have to be a reason beyond the simple pleasure of
the act?
{ ❅ *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ ———
dancing - alone - was expression without a prison of a
proper vernacular, it had swelled with emotion, allowed
the fleeting mirage of true freedom to emerge when she
had been contained beyond closed gates. but the act of
dancing with another was something she refrained from,
participation forfeited ; though not because of lack of desire
but inexperience. ballroom waltzes were few & far between
when touch was an impossibility. how could one teach her
to dance when she harboured crippling fear ? a fear that
left her devoid of tactile comfort from those who raised her.
❝ … but what if one has never properly learned ? ❞
her offered response was meant to shed some light on her
apprehension, to spark understanding. how foolish all of this
was – attempting to aid her in acquiring a ‘true love’. what
if there was no suitor valiant enough to battle each closed
door ? what if this search was all for naught ? a failure from
the start ?